Author's Note: JK Rowling owns Hogwarts.

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Elizabeth Mars never knew what she signed up for when she started attending Hogwarts for seven years. She's about to find out; with snogs, cute Ravenclaws, Butterbeer, puberty, and mischief. It doesn't help that she's not too fond of Rose Weasley, making her a perfect target for Potter mischief.

Chapter ONE: Madam Scamander

"Miss Mars! What on Earth do you think you're doing?" Professor Canvern demanded.

"Er—putting the flobberworm in?"

"No—you're supposed to slice it!" For some odd reason, she had a worried look in her shady eyes.

"Now, it's going to—"

A loud BANG made me crumble to the ground, spewing boiling hot liquid on me and other kids, not to mention disgusting worm-gush on particularly me and the Professor.

I slowly got up, giving Professor Canvern a one-sided, uneasy smile.

"Honest mistake," I tried to reason as she turned purple as a berry.

Before I knew it, I was being taken by my ear to the Hospital Wing, where the blonde, fresh nurse stood there, grinning.

"Oh, you've hurt yourself—and who might you be?"

"No time, Scamander," Canvern said roughly, taking out her wand and mumbling a spell. In a flash, every inch of thick guck of potion and flobberworm gunk disappeared. I blinked my eyes—did I imagine it?

"Of course, of course. I presumably have more patients heading the way. Please sit on the bed—you aren't hurt, are you?"

"Just a little burnt," I mumbled as I peeled off a squirming flobberworm off my hair.

I heard the door shut and I realized Canvern had abruptly left.

"I'm Madame Scamander," The—er, school nurse?—said quietly as she dropped a towel in a bucket of water.

"Elizabeth Mars," I muttered quickly as I checked out the Wing. It was rather large with lots of windows, causing the room to be filled with bright, natural light; many beds were there, pillows fluffed and blankets straightened. There were shelves and shelves of potions and medicine, stones and other healing products. The double doors to exit and enter were closed and looked magnificent. A puppet-phoenix was perched on one of the shelves, it's golden-scarlet feathers looking god-like in the sun. From one view of the window, the ponds were twinkling under the sun's light.

"Nice place," I said to myself.

"Why, thank you," Madame Scamander said brightly. "I decorated it myself after—well, Madame Pomfrey retired. Everyone missed her, but I loved to heal. My twins were too hyper and always injured themselves. And I didn't like the idea of being a housewife and sitting at home all day, so I took the job. Nice name, Miss Mars—you know, I'm a sucker for odd surnames, seeing as how I had one myself, and I still do."

"Oh?" I said, forgetting to be wary and shy, "What was your maiden name?"

"Believe it or not," She said, leaning in. "It was Lovegood."

"But that's a splendid name!" I protested. "Mine is a planet. How odd is that?"

"Odd is good," She said. "Could you imagine if your last name was a color? Or if it were a first name?"

"No, I suppose not," I said, leaning into the pillow, enthralled by this nurse.

"And splendid name, Elizabeth. I've always fancied that name. You know what my name is? Luna."

"Like the moon! My family's cat's name is Luna!"

"Looney cat then, eh?"

And I was glad to admit it—I made a new friend. Loony Madame Scamander.